Chapter 5
“Running away, are we? But your place is here, among those who loveyou.” A roar of derisive laughter followed. 2
Craig Sr. salivated as he drank in the sight of the man before him, sprawling on the king-sized bed on his stomach, face buried in the pillow, hands stretched out and tied to the headboard. He was naked.
Craig’s eyes trailed from Luke’s bony legs up his thighs to the pale twin globes bearing crimson streaks. Luke lay still, looking almost peaceful. One could even think the guy was asleep. Yet that wasn’t the case. Luke’s shoulders shook ever so slightly and even though he’d shoved his face into the pillow, muffled sobs reached Craig’s ears.
Craig cared about him and so far had no complaints about this most recent bed warmer. But such behavior—crying after their incredible lovemaking—cheesed him off. After all, Luke was a whore!
“You’d have preferred to die back there in the alley?” Craig’s voice was cold, stopping Luke from shaking.
The man shook his head slowly.